Steve POV- smut
Today has been a blur. An emotional roller coaster. I'm wired, exhausted, nervous, and excited. Pippa is excited, too. She says she's anxious to work with me, but she has no idea how intimidating it is to work with her. She has a Grammy. And a Tony nomination.
Once we're all at the theatre, though, I get in the zone. We goof around a little backstage, but for the most part, I'm focused. The time comes to get into costume, and I get dressed as fast as I can so I can go see Pippa. This is the one distraction I allow myself. She's adorable in her costume, and she loves it. I love seeing her smile at herself in the mirror.
I decide to open the door quietly to see if I can sneak up on her. She doesn't notice me when I walk in, so I commit. I sneak over to her chair, doubled over so she can't see me in the mirror, and when the time is right, I quickly cover her eyes with my hands and pop up.
She jumps a bit, but then calms.
"Steve," she says, sounding like she's exhausted with me. "You scared me."
"That was the point, babe," I respond, bending over her shoulder and kissing her cheek.
She smiles at me in the mirror. Then, the 5-minute places call comes over the speakers, and she jumps up. She checks her face one last time, perfect as always, and turns to face me. She grabs my arm without saying anything and leads me out the door and downstairs. She kisses me before we go to our places.
"Break a leg."
"I love you."
"I love you too!" she calls to me, already crossing the space. James and Jessie look between us, smiling. They think we're adorable.
The show goes perfectly. During my scenes with Pippa, I almost forget she's my wife. The slap goes off without a hitch. We have small moments backstage when we can. Quick kisses and whispered encouragement or praise.
When we go out to bow, I can't be more proud. Of the cast, the crew, myself, but most of all, of Pippa. She was fantastic. Every note was perfect, and she never missed a beat. Figuratively or literally. When she bows, she's humble, but I'm beaming.
Yeah. That's my wife.
We go backstage after the bows and celebrate with the cast. We don't have to worry about visitors or stage dooring, so we all sit and have a drink. Then, we say goodbye. Pippa and I are some of the first to leave. Of course, everyone winks and gives us knowing glances as we walk out the door. I guess you would have to be blind to not see the tension that's been building between us all night.
However, when we get to the hotel, the first thing I do is collapse on the bed. Pippa goes to the bathroom. I'm sure to clean the last bits of makeup off her face. I drag myself up, change into more comfortable clothes, and put my phone on the charger.
Pippa comes out of the bathroom with her face clean and her hair falling naturally around her shoulders. I sit on the bed while she goes to the closet to find something to wear. I glance up and see she's already stripped and is still searching for something.
Seeing her all but naked, I suddenly feel more alert. She must feel my gaze digging into her back because she looks over her shoulder and smirks at me. She puts her hands on her hips, seems to think for a second, and then comes over to me without bothering to find clothes. She sits on my lap and runs her hands through my hair, returning it to its natural messy state from the combed style it had been in for my costume.
"I like it better this way," she says. "It's more...you."
"Am I allowed to say I like you better this way?" I gesture to her bare skin.
